On the screen, Sienna wore a burgundy slip dress. Her hair hung loose, and an unnatural flush colored her cheeks.
She sagged against Caleb, barely able to stand.
Caleb held her around the waist as he bent to whisper in her ear.
Sienna giggled and gave his chest a playful swat before they stumbled into a hotel room together.
The footage froze just before the door closed.
In the final frame, Sienna stood on tiptoe with her lips pressed to Caleb's cheek.
The studio fell silent.
The host and I were faintly reflected along the dark edge of the screen. My expression remained perfectly calm.
A chair crashed to the floor behind me.
"Turn it off! Who told you to play that? Turn it off right now!"
Sienna shrieked from the corner, her voice high and strangled.
She lurched forward. Her ankl
